As Lin Xiao Tian followed behind the group through the sky, the elder and the city lord eventually separated midway above the city.
The night wind swept across the surroundings while countless lights flickered below like scattered stars spread throughout the enormous Golden Core City.
Grandpa Wang slowly stopped in the air before turning toward the city lord again. "There will be a gathering next week at our residence," he said calmly. "You should come as well."
He looked toward Ji Wuchen before speaking calmly, his dragon-like eyes reflecting faint golden light beneath the night sky. "The suppressed tribulation will descend soon," he said slowly.
As those words fell, the atmosphere instantly grew heavier. "And when it arrives this time…" his gaze narrowed slightly, "it will be far stronger than before."
Then his gaze narrowed slightly before he continued speaking. "And Tian Jian Wun… my earlier proposal still stands."
